liltwinstar

Blank horizons portray themselves In front of the sixth clock That spirals inside my heart And twists the aortic predicaments.Disgorged forever, Spending the time to erase the memory Of eternal turbulence That reigns forever inside the fragmented landscapes.What have I become? Why is this forsaken surrounding still existing? What is this truth that I have long lost? Why is this parallel universe weakening? Where will I depart? When will I depart?Loyalties spurned backwards inside the temporal lobe, Metamorphosis through polarization of concepts, Grieving for plural utopias, Repression of murderous laws, Overbearing the viral strains of Dec...